Hi everyone its been a while! *waves* Hope that everyone is well!

This new TS story is a product of a random thought and the many mysteries that I have been reading haha. Hope you'll like it!

Disclaimer: As always, I don't own the characters. Credit goes to the wonderful creators of the series. I merely borrow the characters and spin tales based off them.

Unearthed Secrets

Chapter 1

12.00 am, Spies Villa. Sam's room.

Samantha Simpson (fondly known by her friends as 'Sam') yawned tiredly as she willed her eyes to focus. She was seating in front of her study desk, hunched over a thick textbook. The words had long became a blur to her, and she realised that she had been staring at the same page for the past ten minutes without absorbing anything. The superspy groaned, trying to blink the sleepiness out of her eyes.

"Come on Sam. Just a little while more." She urged herself. She was pretty sure she was the only one in the villa still awake, with Alex and Clover having retired to bed an hour before. There was an important Criminology exam tomorrow morning, and Sam was doing her final revisions.

She stood up and walked around her room, reading the words on the textbook out loud in an effort to memorise and also keep herself awake.

She never noticed two sets of eyes outside her window trained on her form, too focused on her studying.

After successfully going through another three pages of notes, Sam's eyes threatened to close once more. The superspy knew her body well and decided to call it a night. I'll need all the energy I need for the exam tomorrow. She reasoned with herself.

"Finally." One of the figures huddled in the shadows muttered as he watched the young woman begin to pack her books. "I thought she'll never decide to sleep."

"Ow, my leg's starting to cramp." The other one groaned, stretching his leg out as silently as he could without making a sound.

"A little while longer my friend. She'll be out like a light soon enough." The first figure said in a low tone.

Oblivious to the danger that lurked in the shadows, Sam quickly brushed her teeth, turn out the light and settled into her warm bed with a sigh. Autumn had hit, and the night was rather cold, even though she was in long pants. Fatigue washed over her like waves as her body moulded into the mattress. She casted her worries about the exams at the back of her mind, and snuggled deeper into the covers.

In no time at all, Samantha Simpson was fast asleep.

The two figures by the window waited with bated breaths for another thirty minutes. Once satisfied that the young woman was sound asleep, did they fish out their equipment, and proceeded to climb through the window (which Sam had left open just a crack).

Their landing was soft on the carpet. Both intruders were tall, standing close to six feet. They were clad in full black, and ski masks covered their features. The leader of the two was of a much more athletic build compared to his counterpart. The stockier one unzipped his carrier bag, removing a cloth, as well as a bottle of liquid.

"Hurry up you oaf." The other urged his companion, whom unscrewed the bottle cap and hurriedly poured some of the sweet-smelling liquid onto the cloth. Unknowingly, his rough actions sent some of the liquid spilling onto the carpet beneath his feet.

As silently as they could, the two intruders crept towards the bed. Sam's breathing was still even and slow, proving that she was still sound asleep. Studying had worn her out completely; she wasn't aware of the eminent danger that she was in.

In one swift motion, the leader had wrapped one arm around Sam's petite form, while the other arm pressed the cloth tightly against her mouth and nose. Immediately, Sam's spy senses jolted into motion and she woke up. Her green eyes widened in horror when she recognised the sweet smell immediately. Chloroform.

As ironic as it may seem, all traces of spy training were forgotten as survival instincts kicked in. She started to trash around, trying to break away from her attacker.

"Get hold of her!" The one holding her barked, pressing the cloth harder against her mouth. His stockier partner didn't have to be told twice and immediately moved to hold Sam's body down. The superspy continued fighting back. She even managed to land a kick on the stockier man.

"Ouch. Why you…" The man swore and his hold on Sam tightened.

"Jab her if you have to." His partner replied. "This one's feisty."

Sam's eyes widened on hearing that sentence and squirmed in the men's grip. She was already beginning to feel slightly lightheaded due to the chloroform. The stockier man did not think twice at his partner's words. He whipped out a needle from his pocket, making quick work of removing the protective catch. Sam felt a sharp pain on her thigh a few moments later. It wasn't long after did the superspy succumbed to darkness.

The intruders' grip on Sam loosened. A pointed look from the leader had the stockier man scurrying for some rope to tie the superspy's arms and legs together. They couldn't take any chances with this one. "Let's get her get out of here." The leader muttered once his partner was done.

A few minutes later, Sam's room was deserted, the window left wide open.

Some hours later…

Sam groaned, slowly regaining consciousness. Her eyelids were heavy and she felt her head pounding. The first thing her senses registered was that she was lying on something cold and hard. Did I fall out of bed? But as she blearily opened her eyes, the memories of last night hit her.

Someone, no some people, had been in her room. And they had injected something in her. Not to mention use chloroform on her.

A quick physical check on her body yielded no physical wounds. She was still clad in her long pajama pants and top. Now, she was grateful she had decided on more conservative sleepwear rather than a nightdress. She glanced down at her hands and legs, noting the red abrasions on them, and how sore they felt. They restrained me? But why release me then? Are they not afraid I'll escape?

Sam scanned her surroundings. She was in a small jail cell, with a small window high to the side that also had bars all around. The bars in the jail cell also made it impossible even for a child to fit through. Lying on the concrete floor, she spied a bowl of water and a packet of bread in her line of sight. She slowly pushed herself into sitting position, ignoring her thirst. There was no way she was going to drink the water, not after what had happened to her. Who knows what poison her attackers could have laced the food with?

The superspy crawled closer to the bars of her cell. She gripped the bars and craned her neck out. The corridor was brightly lit, and Sam could clearly see the empty cell on the opposite side of the corridor. She closed her eyes and listened hard. Apart from her own breathing, she could not detect any other sounds in this prison she was locked in.

"Anyone there?" While it seemed that she was alone, Sam wanted to be certain. Her voice echoed down the corridor, but there was no reply.

Sam leaned her body against the wall, closing her eyes once more as she tried to recollect what exactly had happened. Her mind was still a little fuzzy, but she remembered going to sleep, then waking up abruptly to the sweet smell of chloroform. There were two of them, both clad in ski masks. Sam focused on remembering how their voices sounded like, but muffled by the ski masks, she couldn't pinpoint who her attackers were specifically. Unconsciously, she massaged the area on her thigh that the needle had been pierced through.

But why kidnap me? Revenge? As leverage? Many years of being a spy for W.O.O.H.P meant that Sam (and her friends) had countless enemies. Any one of them could be the mastermind behind this. She wished that she had her phone, X-Powder or even a gadget with her, anything that could help her get out of this situation.

I just hope Alex and Clover will realise that something's wrong. Sam sighed again. It was going to be a long night.

7.15am, Spies Penthouse.

Knock Knock.

"Sammy? Are you awake?" Alex leaned her head towards the closed door of her friend's room. There seemed to be no sound coming from Sam's room. Her brows furrowed slightly, Alex rapped twice gently on the door again.

"Sammy?" Finding no reply, Alex grasped the doorknob and turned. She opened the door just slightly, but it was enough to tell that there was no one on the bed, nor in the room. Alex shut the door behind her.

"She's not in her room." The athletic super spy said as she re-joined Clover in the kitchen. "Weird…"

"That IS a little weird. But don't worry about it. You know how Sam is during finals. She probably is already on campus to do some last minute studying before the exam starts at nine." Clover mused from her position at the dining table. The blonde haired spy had prepared some pancakes and was currently attacking them with vigor.

"True. But she didn't mention last night that she would be heading to campus early did she?" Alex mused.

"Don't worry too much Alex. I'm sure she just decided to head down early. Remember last semester when she took that philosophy class?" Clover said. Alex nodded, and plopped down on the stool opposite Clover. It was true. After several years of living together, the two superspies were aware of how antsy Sam could get during examinations. There had even been a few times where Sam practically slept in the college library because she was afraid of being late for her exams. This had also happened last semester, with Sam stressed by a philosophy exam. Hence, her absence was brushed off by the two superspies.

"I'm sure you're right Clover. Anyway, I really need to eat then get down into the books. Urgh. I hate exams." Alex served herself some pancakes as well.

"Tell me about it." Clover groaned. "I can't wait for them to end."

9.30am, Gabriella Simpson's bookstore

Gabriella Simpson loved her job. She was the owner of a quaint little bookstore in her town, and she loved interacting with the many avid readers, or just curious people in general that would come to her store. There was something satisfying on being able to recommend good reads for people based on their interest or personalities. At that moment, Gabriella Simpson was alone in her bookstore, setting up to get ready for the day. Her partner would arrive an hour later.

She was mid-way arranging the stack of new arrivals when her cell phone rang.

"Who could be calling this early?" She mused, going to the counter to pick up her phone. It was a number that she didn't recognise.

"Hello?"

"I would like to speak with Gabriella Simpson please." The voice was female, with a pleasant but a no-nonsense tone.

"Speaking. May I know who is on the line?"

"My name is Lucy Onley, and I am calling from the Malibu University Office. You are listed as the emergency contact for a Samantha Simpson?"

"Yes. She is my daughter. Is anything the matter?" Gabriella Simpson leaned against the counter, concern evident in her voice.

"Actually yes. There is a examination going on right now for a Criminology module that your daughter is taking. Samantha is the only one that has not turned up, and the professor is concerned because she is a student that is very passionate about the subject. We've called her mobile but no one seems to be picking up. She might fail this module if she doesn't turn up for the exam. We just wanted to check if everything is alright?" At Lucy Onley's words, Gabriella Simpson's brows furrowed.

"Not turned up for an exam? That's very unlike my daughter." She replied. "I'm not too sure, she lives with two of her friends near campus. I'll give them a call to check up on the situation and get Samantha to get back to you. Thank you for calling."

"Not a problem Mrs Simpson. Have a nice day." The caller hung up.

Afterwards, Gabriella Simpson stared at her phone for a good half a minute. Worries and fears were running through her mind. She knew her daughter well. Academics was something her only child took pride in. Something major would have to have happen in order for her to miss an exam. Accidents, injuries… She didn't want to think about the possibilities of what could have happened.

She rang Sam's number. But no one picked up.

Taking a breath to calm her racing heart, Gabriella Simpson scrolled through her contacts and called Alex, one of Samantha's housemates and best friend. Hopefully the athletic girl could clear up the air.

At that very moment, Alex was hard at work studying for her Psychology exam that would take place that afternoon. She had a bowl of blueberries in front of her and was snacking on the fruits as she studied.

The dark haired superspy only looked up from her notes when her cell phone rang. Picking it up, Alex tilted her head to the side when she saw the caller ID. It was Sam's mother. Mrs Simpson? Why would she be calling? But Alex didn't hesitate on answering the call.

"Hi Mrs Simpson. How are you?" Alex said.

"Hello Alex. I'm fine thank you." Sam's mother sounded worried. "Is Sam at home?"

"She's having an exam on campus now Mrs Simpson. Did something happen?"

"That's why I'm calling. The school administrative office just telephoned. Sam hasn't showed up for her exam."

"What?" Alex was momentarily stunned. "But…Sam's been out since early this morning. She of all people would die before missing an exam." She answered, raking her fingers through her hair.

"Are you sure she's out? Like you said, Sam's not the kind to miss an exam. I fear she overslept or something." Gabriella asked.

"I'm pretty sure." Alex stood up and made her way out of her room. "I'll check her room again now Mrs Simpson. Give me a moment."

"Thank you, Alex dear." Alex could the older women sigh. The gears in Alex's head were turning rapidly. If Sam wasn't at home, nor on campus taking her exam, where could she be?

Alex quickly walked down the hallway and to her friend's room, opening the door and stepping inside. "She's not here Mrs Simpson." The athletic spy reported, letting her eyes sweep around the room. The bed was messy and unmade, the window wide open. A quick check of the closet yielded nothing either. Alex's brows furrowed when she spied Sam's mobile phone and X-Powder on her nightstand, while her friend's backpack rested on the ground. Her spy senses jumped out at her. Something was not right.

"I'm sure she's fine Mrs Simpson." Alex said instead. She did not want to worry Gabriella Simpson unnecessarily. "When she comes back I'll get her to call you immediately."

"That would be great Alex. Thank you." Mrs Simpson sounded ten times older as she cut the call.

Alex hung up the phone and sighed. She looked around the room again, her eyes finally landing on the X-Powder and mobile phone. All spies have been trained to never leave home without their X-Powders. Plus, Sam's natural cautious personality meant that her phone was almost always with her as well. To have both devices left behind was very strange. No matter how she tried, Alex couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong.

"Clover…?" She backed out of the room and ran to call her other friend. "Something's not right!"

Clover had taken a good look at Sam's room and agreed with Alex's gut feeling. Adding on to the disturbing phone call received from Mrs Simpson, both girls were truly beginning to worry about their friend. With her phone and X-Powder here, they had no way of tracking Sam's whereabouts.

Fifteen minutes later, both Clover and Alex were on Clover's X-Powder, conversing with Jerry.

"Left her X-Powder and phone you said? Not gone for her exam? Oh my, this is truly disturbing indeed." Jerry exclaimed, shaking his head.

"Her backpack and books are still here too Jer." Clover added. "Doesn't look like Sam was heading out for an exam if you ask me."

"When did you last see her? Could she have gone out just to clear her head or something?" Jerry asked rationally.

"She was out by the time the two of us woke up this morning Jer. If so, something must have happened to her. You know how Sam is like, she wouldn't miss school unless necessary, let alone an exam!" Alex replied.

"What about her room? Anything suspicious? Signs of forced entry or a struggle?"

Alex and Clover shared a look. "You think Sam's been kidnapped?" Clover voiced out what both were thinking.

"It is a possibility. It is very unlike Sam to just disappear like that. Either she was forced, or she's doing this intentionally."

"Well…No signs of forced entry, although her window has been left wide open. It doesn't seem like there was a struggle either." Alex reported. If you don't count the rather messy bedspreads. The superspy thought silently.

"Could you do something Jer? Her mother is pretty worried." Clover said.

Jerry sighed and thought for a moment. "Her X-Powder and phone are here, so that rules out tracking her location. What I can do is I'll contact the local police to keep an eye out for her. She can't be reported missing unless 24 hours have passed, you girls know that. And I can get access to the CCTV footage from the cameras near your villa too, just to be safe."

On Jerry's end, he could see that Alex and Clover were visibly relieved at his statement. He knew that both superspies were worried about the strange circumstances surrounding their friend's absence and disappearance. He felt the same too. But the law was still the law; there wasn't much he could do until 24 hours have passed.

"I'll let you girls know if I find anything." At that moment, there was a rap on Jerry's office door. He looked up and saw the person behind the glass doors waiting for him. His eyebrows raised a fraction, but he morphed his facial expression to be more neutral. It was as if he wanted to mask his current emotions from the whoever that was outside. "Talk to you girls later. Don't worry."

Straightening his posture, Jerry gestured for the person at the door to enter. The person strode in with firm, purposeful steps. Jerry schooled his expression and met the sea-foam eyes that were staring intently at him. "What can I do for you…Tim?"

This is Chapter 1! Hope you guys liked it. I don't know exactly how many chapters I'll do just yet; it'll vary as I write I guess...

I'll try to post the next chapter soon. Have a good day!

TrixieNancy